"But we can't stay here all night," Mollie protested impatiently.

"Held up by a lot of silly old sheep," added Grace, still more
uncomfortably conscious of a growing appetite.

"It must be almost two o'clock," added Amy with a sigh.

"Yes, if things keep on this way it will be night before we reach the
lodge," said Mollie, adding with decision, "I vote that we get some sticks
and stones and scat 'em out of the way."

"I think I have a better suggestion than that," put in Mrs. Irving,
speaking for the first time. "I think we had better wait for a short time
before we do anything. The sheep will probably get tired in a little while
and wander off of their own accord."

"Oh, all right," said Mollie, with rather bad grace as she seated herself
on a convenient rock. "But all the time we are waiting for them to be
tired, we will be getting tired ourselves and, goodness, Mrs. Irving, I'm
being starved to death."

At the desperation in her tones the girls had to laugh, though they were
as reluctant to sit with folded hands and wait as she was. Still, Mrs.
Irving was their chaperon and probably knew best.

So with admirable resignation they disposed themselves beside Mollie on
the big rock and settled down to watch for developments.

But after waiting for an everlasting five minutes they decided that there
were to be no developments. The foolish sheep continued to circle lazily